Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Monks,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.